Vgt Etf Quotes & Sayings

To watch the corn grow, or the blossoms set; to draw hard breath over the plough or spade; to read, to think, to love, to pray, are the things that make men happy. — John Ruskin

One word can turn into a book just as one poem should never be overlooked. — Delano Johnson

This it is that gives a majesty so pure and touching to the historic figure of Christ; self-abandonment to God, uttermost surrender, without reserve or stipulation, to the guidance of the Holy Spirit from the Soul of souls; pause in no darkness; hesitation in no perplexity, recoil in no extremity of anguish, but a gentle unfaltering hold of the invisible Hand, of the Only Holy and All Good
these are the features that have made Jesus of Nazareth the dearest and most sacred image to the heart of so many ages. — James Martineau

And the people next door oppress me all night long. I tell them, I work all day, a man's got to have some time to learn to play the tuba. That's oppression, that is. If I'm not under the heel of the oppressor, I don't know who is. — Terry Pratchett

You look amazing."
"Thank you. You look pretty good." Understatement.
"Oh this old thing? Shucks," he said.
"Dork."
"Goddess. — Chelsea M. Cameron

Drinking in a honky tonk, just kicking hippies asses and raising hell. — Jerry Jeff Walker

Indeed, happiness is nothing other than being encompassed, an after-image of the original shelter within the mother. But for this reason no one who is happy can know that he is so. To see happiness, he would have to pass out of it: to be as if already born. He who says he is happy lies, and in invoking happiness, sins against it. He alone keeps faith who says: I was happy. — Theodor W. Adorno

We carry with us, as human beings, not just the capacity to be kind, but the very choice of kindness. — R.J. Palacio

Fate has carried me 'Mid the thick arrows: I will keep my stand Not shrink and let the shaft pass by my breast To pierce another. — George Eliot

This was how a kind heart broke, after all: inward, making no shrapnel. Dear — Chris Cleave